17-10-2024, 08:30 PM
Le Cafard
Previously...
[Video: https://youtu.be/u-9x4pxL2wI?feature=shared]
Somewhere, Desert Bank, Beiteynu - 8 March 5557, 07:19
Temperature was already reaching 36 degrees; and the scenery, oh my. Aridness and hotness, the unparalleled smoothness of the Holy Land. The mountains of Pontesi lay on the far East, barely visible. Or where they the Karkaari, to the West? Or the Karkaari's trailing tips towards Amshinov, to the North?
It mattered not - the beautiful scenery was broken by the extravagant minimalism of a luxurious white villa, its massive pool shining beneath the rising sun. He signalled and his men removed their black hoods. They squinted their eyes, looking bewildered and dishevelled.
He gestured towards a lavish breakfast and offered the couple two glasses of dripping cold ice tea.
And then he smiled with a grin so wide and inviting at the wonders of the Neset laid before them.
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International Airport, San Luis, Baltusia - 7 March 5557, 15:41
It was a risk operating with the syndicalists around, but Yishelem had decided to be arrogant.
A man stood idly at a column, pretending to read a magazine; toothpick in his mouth. A hippie looking Kalistani-Yeudi, messed hair, pilot sunglasses, the whole package of nonchalantness. He looked like he smelled and he definitely did. An Agafim contact passed by him and slightly brushed his shoulder.
Showtime.
He whispered "kadima (forward)" to his earpiece and started walking towards the Xsampan couple that the Agafim had targeted as medium-level influencers in that godforsaken government in godforsaken South Dovani. They looked like tourists alright, but seemed very cautious at the same time.
He followed them as they exited the terminal, looking for a taxi.
They tried to ride the wrong one and he immediately jumped in and took the cab.
They tried another wrong one; yet another Agafim agent grabbed it at the last minute.
Finally, they took the third one. The right one.
And the Luthorian-Yeudi agent of the Agafim greeted them, packed their bags in the trunk and drove off with the two Xsampans.
Previously...
[Video: https://youtu.be/u-9x4pxL2wI?feature=shared]
Somewhere, Desert Bank, Beiteynu - 8 March 5557, 07:19
Temperature was already reaching 36 degrees; and the scenery, oh my. Aridness and hotness, the unparalleled smoothness of the Holy Land. The mountains of Pontesi lay on the far East, barely visible. Or where they the Karkaari, to the West? Or the Karkaari's trailing tips towards Amshinov, to the North?
It mattered not - the beautiful scenery was broken by the extravagant minimalism of a luxurious white villa, its massive pool shining beneath the rising sun. He signalled and his men removed their black hoods. They squinted their eyes, looking bewildered and dishevelled.
He gestured towards a lavish breakfast and offered the couple two glasses of dripping cold ice tea.
And then he smiled with a grin so wide and inviting at the wonders of the Neset laid before them.
-
International Airport, San Luis, Baltusia - 7 March 5557, 15:41
It was a risk operating with the syndicalists around, but Yishelem had decided to be arrogant.
A man stood idly at a column, pretending to read a magazine; toothpick in his mouth. A hippie looking Kalistani-Yeudi, messed hair, pilot sunglasses, the whole package of nonchalantness. He looked like he smelled and he definitely did. An Agafim contact passed by him and slightly brushed his shoulder.
Showtime.
He whispered "kadima (forward)" to his earpiece and started walking towards the Xsampan couple that the Agafim had targeted as medium-level influencers in that godforsaken government in godforsaken South Dovani. They looked like tourists alright, but seemed very cautious at the same time.
He followed them as they exited the terminal, looking for a taxi.
They tried to ride the wrong one and he immediately jumped in and took the cab.
They tried another wrong one; yet another Agafim agent grabbed it at the last minute.
Finally, they took the third one. The right one.
And the Luthorian-Yeudi agent of the Agafim greeted them, packed their bags in the trunk and drove off with the two Xsampans.
The Banana